[fanfic] The Pursuit of Perfection
Title: The Pursuit of Perfection
Pairing: Sasori/Sakura
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 1581
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sexual content)
Warnings: bondage, dom/sub, sadomasochism, orgasm denial, blood (a little)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: The sounds that slipped from her lips were just as sweet whether she was responding to pleasure or pain, making it difficult for him to judge which she preferred.
Author's Note: A prompt response originally posted to the latest Naruto anonymous kink meme. Slightly revised.
I might as well post it earlier, because damn it, everyone knows I wrote it anyways; I'm so obvious. I was so itching to write sadistic!Sasori too, so how could I resist the prompt? Writing Sasori's PoV is lots of fun as well.
Also, the song for this entry, Ijimete Mitai (translated lyrics here) is very, very related; I listened to it a ton of times while writing this. A SasoSaku song if there ever was one...
The original prompt:
Pick any combination of the following (or just one...): Puppet bondage, toys, Dom/Sub, orgasm denial, blood, sadomasochism
Preferably include: Sasori as a puppet (aka he can't receive anything but intellectual/sadistic pleasure from it).
Sakura was held in place by dozens upon dozens of wooden hands, some of which restrained her firmly; but there were also the others, which sometimes ran their fingers along her skin in teasing caresses and, at other times, scratched or pinched her painfully depending upon Sasori's whim at the moment. The sounds that slipped from her lips were just as sweet whether she was responding to pleasure or pain, making it difficult for him to judge which she preferred.
It therefore made the most sense to go with what he preferred, and thusly, he twitched his fingers with a grin; she gasped as wooden digits scratched across her abdomen hard enough to draw blood.
"That's enough playing. Let's get serious, shall we?" he said, still grinning.
Sasori then approached Sakura, his fingers dancing gracefully; the puppet hands began to hoist her up, the ones holding her arms behind her pulling, arching her spine into an elegant, taut curve as she was pulled backwards, thrusting her breasts upwards until her nipples were pointing at the ceiling; more hands slid along her back in an undulating wooden wave and cradled her rear and her legs, slipping around her thighs and pulling them widely apart. She was raised up until her spread legs were at his eye level, and he stepped forwards in between them until his face was inches away from her folds, which he could see were swollen and glistened with moisture.
Perhaps they both shared the same preference.
This was a part of the female body that had always fascinated him, and he took his time to study hers carefully. He paid no mind to the quivering and twitching of her thighs as she strained against the hands holding her legs apart.
He leaned forwards to get a closer look, and her hips squirmed as his breath caressed her most sensitive flesh. With a flick of his fingers, a pair of wooden hands slid up from the forest of limbs that was supporting her to gently pull her folds open so he could examine her even more closely.
Sakura squirmed. “Sasori, please...”
“You're forgetting yourself again, my puppet,” Sasori said, his breath flowing over her exposed clit as he spoke, causing her to gasp. He twitched his fingers once again; a pair of hands snaked up over her chest and pinched her nipples hard, making her cry out. “Show the proper respect when you address your master.”
“Sasori-sama,” she gasped out, “I'm sorry.”
He smirked. He didn't even need to order her to apologize anymore.
Still...
“You can do better than that, little girl,” he said, and she thrashed when another pair of puppet hands dragged curled fingers along her inner thighs.
“Please, Sasori-sama,” Sakura said, her voice trembling. “I'm sorry, please forgive me.”
His eyes wandered briefly to gaze over the bleeding gashes left behind on her thighs; once again, he admired her medic-nin skills. Her skin was completely smooth and unblemished save for the wounds he had inflicted upon her moments earlier; no doubt the marks he left on her this time would also leave no scars behind.
“That will do, I suppose,” Sasori said, and the hands that were pinching her nipples shifted to instead caress them with the lightest of touches. He blew gently on her clit and a shudder racked through her body. “Now, what was it that you were going to beg for before?”
He lowered his voice. “Was it this?”
He slowly gave her clit a single lick. It was rather a pity that he wasn't able to smell or taste her, although the loud moan he elicited from her was more than delicious enough to satisfy him.
“Hmm, it seems like it could be,” Sasori murmured. He traced around Sakura's entrance with his tongue, dipping within briefly before sliding back up to lavish attention on her clit with light, teasing licks. She moaned and sighed his name, straining against the puppet hands that were holding her in place and raising her hips as if to offer herself up to his skillful mouth.
As he continued to lick her he intricately manipulated his chakra strings, and the hands that were supporting her came to life once more; some of them began to glide over her skin, caressing all of the places on her body that hours of experimentation had shown him were the most sensitive. Others pulled hard on her hair to arch her back even further, and still others clawed at her flesh until she was covered in a spiderweb of bloody scratches.
Sasori watched and listened carefully, sight and sound his only clues to gauge Sakura's response. As soon as the tenor of her cries changed and her body began to tense, signaling that she was close to orgasm, he pulled his mouth away from her; she released a frustrated moan.
“Or were you begging before for me to stop?” he purred. “You were so vague, my puppet, that I simply can't be sure.”
“No!” she whimpered. “Please, Sasori-sama, d-don't stop.”
At his command, the puppet fingers that were spreading her folds open twitched, and all of the other wooden hands that were not supporting her weight or binding her caressed her body with their very fingertips. Sakura struggled more and more wildly against her unyielding wooden restraints, her moans and whimpers becoming more and more desperate; Sasori wondered if she would resort to using her enhanced strength to break free if he teased her long enough.
Determining her exact breaking point was definitely an appealing idea, but he didn't want to deal with the subsequent repairs just then; perhaps another time. “Well, if you don't want me to stop, then what do you want me to do, my puppet?”
“Sasori-sama..I...”
“Tell your master what you want, Sakura,” he said softly.
“Please, make me come, Sasori-sama,” she moaned. “Please...”
Despite himself, he shuddered; the gloriously desperate and pleading submission in her voice would have been more than enough to make him come himself, if he were capable of it.
“It sounds like you really need it,” Sasori said, chuckling. “Since you answered so nicely, I won't disappoint you.”
As soon as his mouth made contact with Sakura's body again, she bucked her hips and sighed in obvious relief. “Yes...please...”
Sasori poured every ounce of the sexual frustration he felt into pleasing her; he wrapped his lips around her clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. He directed a second pair of puppet hands to squeeze and massage her breasts, while the first pinched and gently rolled her nipples between wooden fingers; another hand crept up between her legs and began to draw slow, tightening circles around her entrance with its fingertips. Intent but unhurried, he tried to drag out her enjoyment for as long as he possibly could; her moans and gasps and whimpers expressed her enthusiastic approval of his efforts.
The hands restraining Sakura's hips loosened when the one that was teasing her between her legs slipped two fingers inside of her, and she immediately began to shamelessly grind against his face and hand while moaning loudly. Swirling repeatedly around her clit with his tongue, he next eased a third finger inside of her and thrust into her, matching the pace she set; he may not have been able to tell by feel how aroused she was even if he'd used his own hand, but the sound his puppet's fingers made as they slid smoothly in and out of her made it clear that she was incredibly wet.
With the same mastery of his art that had brought a shinobi nation to its knees, Sasori used his dexterous fingers to manipulate the mass of wooden hands that held Sakura aloft, transforming it from a forest of firm restraints to an enveloping, caressing lover's embrace. She buried her now-freed hands in his hair and wrapped her legs around his shoulders as she began to rock her hips faster and faster.
“Please...Sasori...” She had slipped again, but he had already won that particular game so it didn't matter anymore. “Don't stop...”
As if anything in the world could make him stop at that moment.
And then...abruptly, and all too soon for his liking, for Sasori would be more than happy to keep going forever as long as she continued making such wonderful sounds, Sakura's body tensed, her limbs pulled him close and she released a high, keening moan as release at last overtook her.
Her reaction was every bit as engaging as he had hoped it would be.
Of course, they always were, whether he made her retort angrily, shed tears, or moan his name. Sakura seemed to have a thousand moods, and Sasori wanted to observe, classify, and record every one of them and what triggered them, until he would be able to call up any one of them on command. He was determined to perfect his art as a puppeteer by completely mastering this puppet as he had all of his others; unfortunately, she always kept making it frustratingly difficult for him by responding differently every time.
Although, the satisfied, loving smile that she gave him when he lowered her gently to the ground made him think that perhaps the pursuit of perfection could be almost as rewarding as achieving it.
Pairing: Sasori/Sakura
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 1581
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sexual content)
Warnings: bondage, dom/sub, sadomasochism, orgasm denial, blood (a little)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: The sounds that slipped from her lips were just as sweet whether she was responding to pleasure or pain, making it difficult for him to judge which she preferred.
Author's Note: A prompt response originally posted to the latest Naruto anonymous kink meme. Slightly revised.
I might as well post it earlier, because damn it, everyone knows I wrote it anyways; I'm so obvious. I was so itching to write sadistic!Sasori too, so how could I resist the prompt? Writing Sasori's PoV is lots of fun as well.
Also, the song for this entry, Ijimete Mitai (translated lyrics here) is very, very related; I listened to it a ton of times while writing this. A SasoSaku song if there ever was one...
The original prompt:
Pick any combination of the following (or just one...): Puppet bondage, toys, Dom/Sub, orgasm denial, blood, sadomasochism
Preferably include: Sasori as a puppet (aka he can't receive anything but intellectual/sadistic pleasure from it).
Sakura was held in place by dozens upon dozens of wooden hands, some of which restrained her firmly; but there were also the others, which sometimes ran their fingers along her skin in teasing caresses and, at other times, scratched or pinched her painfully depending upon Sasori's whim at the moment. The sounds that slipped from her lips were just as sweet whether she was responding to pleasure or pain, making it difficult for him to judge which she preferred.
It therefore made the most sense to go with what he preferred, and thusly, he twitched his fingers with a grin; she gasped as wooden digits scratched across her abdomen hard enough to draw blood.
"That's enough playing. Let's get serious, shall we?" he said, still grinning.
Sasori then approached Sakura, his fingers dancing gracefully; the puppet hands began to hoist her up, the ones holding her arms behind her pulling, arching her spine into an elegant, taut curve as she was pulled backwards, thrusting her breasts upwards until her nipples were pointing at the ceiling; more hands slid along her back in an undulating wooden wave and cradled her rear and her legs, slipping around her thighs and pulling them widely apart. She was raised up until her spread legs were at his eye level, and he stepped forwards in between them until his face was inches away from her folds, which he could see were swollen and glistened with moisture.
Perhaps they both shared the same preference.
This was a part of the female body that had always fascinated him, and he took his time to study hers carefully. He paid no mind to the quivering and twitching of her thighs as she strained against the hands holding her legs apart.
He leaned forwards to get a closer look, and her hips squirmed as his breath caressed her most sensitive flesh. With a flick of his fingers, a pair of wooden hands slid up from the forest of limbs that was supporting her to gently pull her folds open so he could examine her even more closely.
Sakura squirmed. “Sasori, please...”
“You're forgetting yourself again, my puppet,” Sasori said, his breath flowing over her exposed clit as he spoke, causing her to gasp. He twitched his fingers once again; a pair of hands snaked up over her chest and pinched her nipples hard, making her cry out. “Show the proper respect when you address your master.”
“Sasori-sama,” she gasped out, “I'm sorry.”
He smirked. He didn't even need to order her to apologize anymore.
Still...
“You can do better than that, little girl,” he said, and she thrashed when another pair of puppet hands dragged curled fingers along her inner thighs.
“Please, Sasori-sama,” Sakura said, her voice trembling. “I'm sorry, please forgive me.”
His eyes wandered briefly to gaze over the bleeding gashes left behind on her thighs; once again, he admired her medic-nin skills. Her skin was completely smooth and unblemished save for the wounds he had inflicted upon her moments earlier; no doubt the marks he left on her this time would also leave no scars behind.
“That will do, I suppose,” Sasori said, and the hands that were pinching her nipples shifted to instead caress them with the lightest of touches. He blew gently on her clit and a shudder racked through her body. “Now, what was it that you were going to beg for before?”
He lowered his voice. “Was it this?”
He slowly gave her clit a single lick. It was rather a pity that he wasn't able to smell or taste her, although the loud moan he elicited from her was more than delicious enough to satisfy him.
“Hmm, it seems like it could be,” Sasori murmured. He traced around Sakura's entrance with his tongue, dipping within briefly before sliding back up to lavish attention on her clit with light, teasing licks. She moaned and sighed his name, straining against the puppet hands that were holding her in place and raising her hips as if to offer herself up to his skillful mouth.
As he continued to lick her he intricately manipulated his chakra strings, and the hands that were supporting her came to life once more; some of them began to glide over her skin, caressing all of the places on her body that hours of experimentation had shown him were the most sensitive. Others pulled hard on her hair to arch her back even further, and still others clawed at her flesh until she was covered in a spiderweb of bloody scratches.
Sasori watched and listened carefully, sight and sound his only clues to gauge Sakura's response. As soon as the tenor of her cries changed and her body began to tense, signaling that she was close to orgasm, he pulled his mouth away from her; she released a frustrated moan.
“Or were you begging before for me to stop?” he purred. “You were so vague, my puppet, that I simply can't be sure.”
“No!” she whimpered. “Please, Sasori-sama, d-don't stop.”
At his command, the puppet fingers that were spreading her folds open twitched, and all of the other wooden hands that were not supporting her weight or binding her caressed her body with their very fingertips. Sakura struggled more and more wildly against her unyielding wooden restraints, her moans and whimpers becoming more and more desperate; Sasori wondered if she would resort to using her enhanced strength to break free if he teased her long enough.
Determining her exact breaking point was definitely an appealing idea, but he didn't want to deal with the subsequent repairs just then; perhaps another time. “Well, if you don't want me to stop, then what do you want me to do, my puppet?”
“Sasori-sama..I...”
“Tell your master what you want, Sakura,” he said softly.
“Please, make me come, Sasori-sama,” she moaned. “Please...”
Despite himself, he shuddered; the gloriously desperate and pleading submission in her voice would have been more than enough to make him come himself, if he were capable of it.
“It sounds like you really need it,” Sasori said, chuckling. “Since you answered so nicely, I won't disappoint you.”
As soon as his mouth made contact with Sakura's body again, she bucked her hips and sighed in obvious relief. “Yes...please...”
Sasori poured every ounce of the sexual frustration he felt into pleasing her; he wrapped his lips around her clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. He directed a second pair of puppet hands to squeeze and massage her breasts, while the first pinched and gently rolled her nipples between wooden fingers; another hand crept up between her legs and began to draw slow, tightening circles around her entrance with its fingertips. Intent but unhurried, he tried to drag out her enjoyment for as long as he possibly could; her moans and gasps and whimpers expressed her enthusiastic approval of his efforts.
The hands restraining Sakura's hips loosened when the one that was teasing her between her legs slipped two fingers inside of her, and she immediately began to shamelessly grind against his face and hand while moaning loudly. Swirling repeatedly around her clit with his tongue, he next eased a third finger inside of her and thrust into her, matching the pace she set; he may not have been able to tell by feel how aroused she was even if he'd used his own hand, but the sound his puppet's fingers made as they slid smoothly in and out of her made it clear that she was incredibly wet.
With the same mastery of his art that had brought a shinobi nation to its knees, Sasori used his dexterous fingers to manipulate the mass of wooden hands that held Sakura aloft, transforming it from a forest of firm restraints to an enveloping, caressing lover's embrace. She buried her now-freed hands in his hair and wrapped her legs around his shoulders as she began to rock her hips faster and faster.
“Please...Sasori...” She had slipped again, but he had already won that particular game so it didn't matter anymore. “Don't stop...”
As if anything in the world could make him stop at that moment.
And then...abruptly, and all too soon for his liking, for Sasori would be more than happy to keep going forever as long as she continued making such wonderful sounds, Sakura's body tensed, her limbs pulled him close and she released a high, keening moan as release at last overtook her.
Her reaction was every bit as engaging as he had hoped it would be.
Of course, they always were, whether he made her retort angrily, shed tears, or moan his name. Sakura seemed to have a thousand moods, and Sasori wanted to observe, classify, and record every one of them and what triggered them, until he would be able to call up any one of them on command. He was determined to perfect his art as a puppeteer by completely mastering this puppet as he had all of his others; unfortunately, she always kept making it frustratingly difficult for him by responding differently every time.
Although, the satisfied, loving smile that she gave him when he lowered her gently to the ground made him think that perhaps the pursuit of perfection could be almost as rewarding as achieving it.